Almost all of the times you saw L, he was eating sweets. He didn’t gain too much weight though, and is a lot stronger than he looks, as he says. He says it comes from being in martial arts when he was younger, but there was no way he was still that strong years later.

The two of you had a few fights here and there, a couple even getting physical. It never went too far though, as someone typically would tell both of you to cut it out, as if speaking to toddlers. You two also knew when to stop to not let things get too out of hand.

Typically, it’s innocent and pointless fights, like if you stole a piece of food L was saving, if he was in a bad mood and you were teasing him, vice versa. No one ever really won, since there would be someone to break it up.

The fights mainly started when you two first started working, eventually decreasing as time went on. The average number of fights you two have is once every five months, the physical ones being much more rare.

L was at his computer, looking at the information the Task Force has gathered within the past few weeks about the Yotsuba group. He was very focused on this, but unable to put some small details together that connected the killings back to the group. You made a teasing comment about him not being the world’s greatest detective and how you could figure it out, to which a fight broke out.

The wrestling went down in the common room, L finally pinning you against the floor victoriously. He was slightly panting, his shoulders heaving up and down as his hair dangled down from his face. He was on his hands and knees on top of you, one knee on either side of your waist as his hands held your wrists down.

“Admit it. I’m the better detective.”